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Something...Different

Short story By: ChrissieH
Humor



The sun is here!


Submitted:Aug 11, 2011    Reads: 29    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


I cracked an eye open to see the sun rising across my room. Which was strange as I was sure that the sun was previously millions of miles away from my room. What it was doing in there was a complete mystery and one that should be solved sooner rather than later. Mainly because, pale skinned as I am, it could most likely burn me easier than my father burnt water.

Yes, he is that bad a cook.

I couldn't help but lie on my bed in sheer ponderment. The sun, which was in my room, did not seem to be radiating heat or, if it was, I could not feel it. It was quite bright though, which was not that surprising for a star and I could not make heads nor tails of this sudden apparition, mainly because if it did have a head or tail, it was so wide that I could see neither.

Now, because of human nature, I decided to poke it. This action caused the finger I used to melt. Feeling no pain, i looked at the wound, cauterized by the heat. I chuckled childishly. 

"A-hee-hee-hee."

I then decided to look at my body, which was dull and blackened. . Obviously the sun had burnt my body to the point which my nerves were frazzled and I was dead, but didn't know it yet. I chuckled again.

"A-hee-hee-hee."

I decided to smell the sun this time. I mean, how may people have smelt the sun?! I was excited, imagining that music that they always play when a space shuttle blasts off? That da...nahnahnah-ish sounding music?I imagined that playing as my nostrils snuck ever closer to the burning star, nostril hair singed  and retracting as I grew closer, like a fuse. 

I took a whiff and thought it smelt like burnt toast. Obviously some of my nerves still worked. I smiled; Dad always burnt toast. But, then again, don't we all?

I jumped up in excitement. First man to smell the sun! But, not in that way...(joke works better when reading aloud).

Then, I wanted a cookie, but the kitchen was downstairs and the sun was in the way! And I was like, The hell?

I cried for my cookie, the one that got away...baked in the fires of the sun...rebaked in the fires of the sun I mean...





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